The Hills Are Alive…or how my Dad and I survived the Alps Switzerland Above the clouds in the Jungfrau Region Except for the sound of a jingling cowbell, the world was quiet. The Alpine air, which smelled of freshly baked muffins, clung to my nostrils. I could have sworn we were the only two people [...]
Ni hau everyone, Bridge, Mount Emeishan, China28 August 1999 After climbing Mount Emeishan, essentially a 3000m high staircase covered in equal measure by mist, fir trees, azaleas, and Chinese day-trippers, I took a three-day ferry trip down the Yangtse, through the Three Gorges, to Wuhan. These gorges are soon to be covered up by the [...]
